Belly Dance Experiment Small Bargain - Definitive Edition chapter 6 by tfwnogiantgf

"...Your belly dances. How do they feel?"

Blake was befuddled by the question - then instantly went in a panic mode within the chasm of Rosalina's digested fat and built-up musculature. Any motions would torture him. Any WILD motions would be EXCRUCIATING. He tried to push back:

"Why would you ask me? I'm not a belly dance instructor!"

Rosalina hummed gently, a resonating sensation which at once soothed him and intimidated him. "Most dance instructors aren't magically shielded. And you've watched your sister or mother dance, haven't you?"

"I... I'm sure they have a book on it somewhere around... You can take it with you..." He was now firmly within the bargaining stage of grief at being in a magical woman's stomach.

In response, he felt her moving - not taking any steps, simply floating herself down to their shared living room. If anyone else was around, they'd be surprised seeing this video game character just standing around - not to mention the bump on her stomach, or her formidable height compared to her surroundings. But there she was, holding the book giving a list of positions and moves.

"Alright, please Blake... let me know how each move feels."

Oh no. She was starting - and any complaints he made would've wasted air. She wasn't even changing, remaining in the sporty outfit, exposing stretches of malleable, squishy flesh.

"A shimmy..."

Her body swayed from left to right. He was squeezed in - then swished, as her interior musculature and mass of tissue made way for the little cell that was Blake hurdling through. She had a good sense of rhythm; each wiggle made him move up and down. He had a hard time keeping in place, and reached out to grab something for support - realizing too soon that he had no arms, and every pinkish bit of surrounding mass was kneading around.

"I feel dizzy!"

Rosalina nodded. "It's pretty dizzying. So a hip drop, next..."

FWUMP

Her leg moved out, and he fell down a massive distance. It was like a huge pit had shaped itself within the folds of belly, and swallowed him up suddenly, without mercy. Every little detail of her knee bend and the shifting of her weight rolled over him, and made him whince.

"TIGHT!"

Rosalina tapped him. "Interesting... I'm learning a lot about my own body from this..."

He noticed a flustered, growing heat in her cheeks. Not good. Not good at all.

Soon, she swayed her back, arching it and crunching it in after, like a a cobra. The belly rolls made him sick, wave after wave of crashing meat plowing and steamrolling him. He found all the air pressed and steamed out of him, his little lump flatter after every undulation.

"I... I'm breathless..."

"Ha~ It's wonderful!"

Rosalina's legs left the ground... as she floated, performing the dance in midair. The strange gravity only made Blake bounce further in the surroundings, bounding from side to side, up and down, his body traversing the entirety of the little pocket of abdomen he'd been trapped in...